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I pushed my wet hair out of my face and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. If he wanted me wet, then he’d have me wet. The red, black, and white plaid of his flannel soaked up some of the water and his mouth did the rest. He walked me out of the bathroom.
“I’m dripping all over the floor.”
“Then I’m doing my job.”
I laughed as he tossed me onto the center of the bed with the plush flannel sheets. I flipped the sheet over me and he shook his head.
“Nuh-uh.” He stripped his shirt off with a metallic tear of buttons and peeled off his jeans.
The thermal shirt under the plaid molded to his delicious chest. I didn’t want to tell him to take it off, but I did love his furred chest. He knelt on the bed and tried to pull down the sheet. I held firm, but snaked my arm out to push up the worn cotton.
He had just the right amount of chest hair. Enough that I wanted to drag my breasts along every inch of him. My nails scraped through the whorls of hair to find a nipple. He hissed and rolled me onto my back.
Sweet lord, he was cold. I pushed his shirt up and off. It would be so easy to let him spread me apart and slide into me again. Even taking time for a condom, we’d perfected those particular smooth moves throughout the night, but I didn’t want him to think I was a complete pushover.
He’d reached for me in the night and early in the morning before the sun came up over the ridge of mountains in the distance. Each time, he’d been gentle and sweet with just the slightest hard edge, only to rein it in. He was so very careful with me.
He’d only lost it with me the first time. I’d had more orgasms in the last twelve hours than in twelve years, but I wasn’t content to be passive anymore. I couldn’t even name exactly what I needed. I just knew Linc would be the one to have the answers.
I rolled him over and sat astride him. His eyes went wide and a little muscle in his cheek jumped. “Is this all right?”
He nodded as his hands trailed up my belly to cup my breasts. His thumb swiped over one sensitive tip. “You kill me, Kay.”
I was not going to be deterred. He liked to distract me so he could get what he wanted—to do what he wanted. I grinned and lowered myself until the ropes of my wet hair curtained us in a cool cocoon. “I think I like the idea of killing you a little.” I sucked his lower lip into my mouth for a moment. “Isn’t that what they call orgasms? The little death?”
He groaned as he rolled his hips under me.
“Nuh-uh. Be patient. Isn’t that what you keep saying to me?”
“I’ve been outside clearing away a foot of snow and you’re giving me lip?”
I smiled against his lips. “I would never. I was just thinking I might like to try to be on top this time. I get to do so many firsts this weekend that I figure we should start there.”
He groaned. “I’m a dead man. What have I created?”
“A sex addict?”
He gripped my hips and urged me lower until the bulge in his boxer briefs rubbed over my pussy. “Aren’t you sore?”
“You put a lot of stock in that dumbstick between your legs, Mr. Murdock.”
He lifted his hips and pushed down his underwear. I let out a hiss as his shaft grazed over my clit, then along my slit, until the head of his cock was tucked under my hood. My vision hazed for a moment. I didn’t know what I was doing. I mean I knew the mechanics—girls watched porn too. And I liked hot suspense movies with the prerequisite love scene. I just, you know, hadn’t actually done this myself.
“I do. I seem to remember you screaming a few versions of my name this morning, last night, and a few hours in between that were a little hazy.”
I rose on my knees enough to reach between my legs and grasp his shaft. He growled out a groan. I wanted to be the seductress who just backed up and shoved him inside me, but there was the whole safety and
condom thing. He may have been the hottest stranger to ever rock my world, but he was still a near stranger.
A stranger who knew his way around my clit like he was a freaking specialist.
Sighing, I reached for the box of condoms we hadn’t even bothered putting back into the drawer. I inched my way down his legs and tore the packet open.
His eyes lit with interest and humor as he folded his arms behind his head. “Need to read the instructions?”
I frowned over the packet. I thought I’d put a condom on once, and it had not been on a man. It had been a long time since I’d rolled one down a banana—or had it been a cucumber? Regardless, it wasn’t exactly something I was adept at, but I was determined to drive him crazy.
And not with laughter.
